He lay on his bed .
Hand over his stomach , the other brushing against the floor .
" I don't think you know who I am either , Mackenzie " .
His hand stopped .
She had said his name , she knew who he was .
She had just simply said his name . As if it were nothing .
He didn't know her name .
He returned to lazily running his hand across the floor , his fingers feeling every fiber on his rug .
After all those stories that she told , all those nothings and everythings she had talked endlessly about . Never once had she mentioned her name .
He sat up . Wondering why he was even bothering .
Curiousity . That was it .
He jumped off his bed and grabbed his skateboard .
The stairs thumped under his weight . Echoing throughout the house .
Nobody was home but him .
Then the front door opened . Leaving his hand in mid-air , evidence that he himself was about to leave .
" Mackenzie? " .